[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
Yeah, I’m young and Venezuelan and I’m coming for the greatest
I’m listening to Pun, now that’s my fucking inspiration
Living in the Heights and kicking it with my Dominicans
I’m in La Marina every weekend where the women is
Wifey ain’t a citizen but she got her papers
Wake up in the morning and she making me arepas
Viejos on the corner, arguing about the basics
All they wanna do is stay away from immigration, yeah
And we just wanna trade green cards for black cards
And get out of the hood into a crib that got a backyard
On my block, I’m like a fucking OG
Everyone that hold keys make a point to know me
Little mama 14 but got an ass and now they yelling boca
That just mean the cops passing, mami isn’t loca
She just got a lot of passion, table with the hookah
And that money get to flashing and now they call me…

[Hook]
Flaco, flaco and in the Heights, they yelling tato, tato
That’s what they saying now
Uptown where my people getting down
Where they moving all the haze by the ounce
And everybody call me flaco, flaco
And little mama wanna drop low, drop low
That’s what she doing to me, mami loca
Give it to me, toma, yeah, I thought that I told ya